And at the same time he noticed that he was not the master of his business, but only a component part of it, and an insignificant part at that.

This irritated him and moved him farther away from the old man, it augumented his longing to tear himself away from his business, even at the cost of his own ruin.

Infuriated, he flung money about the taverns and dives, but this did not last long.

Yakov Tarasovich closed his accounts in the banks, withdrawing all deposits.

Soon Foma began to feel that even on promissory notes, they now gave him the money not quite as willingly as before.